It all started when you he snapped at you earlier this morning and spat an insult at you involving your insecurities.

He slowly pushed open your dorm room, hearing the soft cries coming from {{user}}. He felt something he thought he should have never been feeling before—sympathy.

The white-haired sorcerer slowly approached your bed, he couldn’t see your face because your back was turned the other way.

“{{user}}..?” Satoru called out, walking closer to your bedside. “Hey, look. I’m so…rry.” He added, he nudged your shoulder gently, waiting for your response.